Over Again

Summary

Charlotte and Harry's relationship started out rough. The first three months was hard for them, filled with drama. There was a lot of bumps in the road, and obstacles along the way. But they figured out their problems, and got over it. Can they forgive and forget their past, and start it all over again?

Sequel to 'Forgive and Forget'.

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22. Chapter 22:


Harry's P.O.V:

 

It was like being repeatedly stabbed in the heart when I heard the words fall out of Justin's mouth. Charlotte had almost been raped... And Justin had saved her. I instantly regretted shouting at him earlier, he saved my girlfriend and all I did to repay him was shout at him because he was hugging her. I'm such an idiot, why didn't I protect her more? I must be the worst boyfriend ever.

That's when I lost it, I couldn't control my emotions any longer. I broke down in tears in the corner of the room, hugging my knees close to my chest. I didn't deserve Charlotte, she should have someone better than me. I wasn't good enough for her. I couldn't protect her. And this wasn't the first time it happened, oh no. The last time we went to a club, Taylor had tried to kill her.

I heard the bedroom door slowly opened, but I didn't look up to see who it was. I knew that it was Charlotte. She crept into the room quietly, just in case I was already asleep. She ten noticed me huddled up in the corner crying, and rushed over to me and cuddle up beside me.

She pulled me into a tight hug and kept me there, as I cried and cried. My head was buried into her chest, Charlotte not seeming to mind that My tears were soaking her shirt. She whispered sweet things into my war to calm me down, kissing his forehead repeatedly as she tried to calm me down.

"I - I heard... What happened..." I finally managed to find my voice, although I was still sobbing. "To Justin's girlfriend, and to you..." I choked on my words as I cried. Processing what I had just said, she completely froze. I felt her shaking, she tried to hold in the tears but it was obviously hard for her.

"It's okay baby. You can cry. Just let it out. I love you..." I whispered into her, in an attempt to make her feel better and just let her emotions out. I'm not exactly sure if I made her feel better, but she certainly let her emotions out. Crying together sadly, we cuddled up in the corner of the room.

It felt like hours had passed before she stopped crying, but in reality it was only about five minutes.

"I'm so, so, so sorry my love. I'm such a bad boyfriend, I don't deserve you. You deserve more than me, you should have someone better in your life. I'm such a fuck up at everything. I can never do anything right, I always mess up in the end. I can't even protect my own girlfriend, I wasn't even with you at the club and it's my fault that this all happened!" I cried.

Charlotte shook her head, disagreeing with me even though I was right.

"No babe. It's not your fault, don't blame yourself. I could've happened to any one of those girls at the club. I was just in the wrong place at true wrong time. And no offence, but I don't think you would've been able to take him on. He's like twice your size, he would've knocked you out in one hit, love. Stop blaming yourself, I love you." She replied.

I wasn't going to argue with her, I really just wanted us to be happy, so I just nodded and smiled weekly at her. Charlotte wiped the remaining tears from my cheeks, and I did the same to her. I gave her a short, sweet kiss, before someone barged into the room.

"What do you want Lou?" I mumbled as Louis casually strolled into the room, raising his eyebrows when he saw the situation.

"We're fine, thanks for asking." I said sarcastically, receiving a smirk from him.

"I was going to ask if you were okay because I heard crying, but I can see that you're both perfectly fine." He replied just as sarcastically. I rolled my eyes chuckling lightly. I was waiting for Charlotte's cute giggle, but she remained silent. But she soon decided to speak.

"Lou, can you call the other boys and tell them to come down here? I need to talk to you all.." She whispered. Louis saw the upset look on her face, and he immediately turned from sarcastic to serious. He nodded and left the room quickly, already pulling his phone out of his pocket and calling the others.

We heard him talking on the phone to the others.

 

"Hey Zayn, we need you to come down to our apartment now. Emergency."


"Zayn, I don't care if you're tired. This is important."


Zayn said something on the other end of the phone.


"No, this is more important than sleep. You and Perrie need to come down here right now. Charlotte wants to talk to us all." Louis explained.


Zayn must have agreed, judging by Louis' reaction.


"Great, see you in a bit mate." He said before hanging up.

 

A minute later I received a text from Zayn.

 

To: Charlotte
From: Zayn Malik

'What's wrong love?
-Zayn x'

 

I quickly replied.

 

To: Zayn Malik
From: Charlotte

'I'll explain when you all get down here.
-Charlotte x'

 

He texted back instantly.

 

To: Charlotte
From: Zayn Malik

'Okay, Per and I will be down in ten.
-Zayn x'

 

I put my phone down and quickly changed into one of Harry's shirts that were massive on me, and some shorts. Harry just put on some baggy shorts, and didn't bother putting a shirt on. We lied on the bed, waiting for the others.

I traced my hand of the tattoos over his body, as we waited in silence. I had seen his tattoos many times before, but I enjoyed looking at every single detail. I then played with his hands, fascinated by how big they were in comparison to mine. I drew imaginary patterns over his palm with my finger. Harry found my actions amusing.

"What is so fascinating about my hands babe?" He chuckled.

"They're massive compared to mine..." I muttered. He laughed again, just before we heard the front door to our apartment being opened, and the voices of the boys and girls filled the air. I sighed, knowing we had to get up now.

"C'mon Hazza, we have to go out there." I grabbed his hand, pulling him to his feet and he followed me out of our bedroom door.

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